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Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN.
He frowns, causing fine lines to appear on his otherwise flawless skin, and exhales with displeasure.“Worthy of bearing my name?” He grumbles, letting go of my chin, and he yanks at the wires by the steering wheel, killing the engine. “Where is this coming from, Ivy?” “From here,” I place my palm across my chest over my pounding heart. “And here.” Raising my hand, I tap my index finger on the side of my throbbing temple. “I want you to show me how to take control of a dangerous situation, how to suppress my fear, so it won't screw with my better judgement and how to fire a weapon, or at least throw a good punch.” I plead, shamelessly. Two burly men approach the car, and just by looking at them, you can tell they are Lorenzos’ comrades from his time spent in the New Zealand Army.Dressed in their combat gear, they stand out like sore thumbs without a care in the world, yet prepared to take on the world at the same time.Alessandro looks at them, and he holds up two fingers, gesturin
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I jolt awake, falling off the side of the bed, and scramble to the nearest corner of the room, tucking my legs up to my chest and under my chin. Yanking on the roots of my damp hair, I squeeze my eyes shut, suppressing the wails of torment, agony, and suffering from escaping past my lips. The suite is pitch black and silent. Not a sound can be heard, and that's what terrifies me most.Where is everyone?Where is Alessandro?'It was a dream, just a stupid, stupid dream that felt all too real, raw, and fresh,' My inner goddess wails for me. “Ivy. Ivy!” The bedroom door crashes open, slamming against the wall with a resounding thud as Alessandro barges into the room. My body trembles and I rock back and forth, slapping the sides of my head.The images of my night terrors won't fade, the sound of Joel's voice is too loud, and the sensation of his touch intensely licks my skin. A warm pair of hands reaches out, touching my wrists, trying to prevent me from hitting myself.I flinch,
Last Updated : 2023-08-01Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.In the past, I have murdered.I have intimidated.I have brutalised, and I have been cold-blooded.And tonight, I'll do it all over again with a fucking smile on my face.I step into the hotel's basement, leaving Zeke and Milford at the door on guard duty. A certain face looks up at me, and my hands automatically curl into tight balls of fury at my sides. This sack of merda in front of me, on his knees, has caused me so much unnecessary fucking grief, anger, and hostility. The look of him all beaten up doesn't break my heart, nor does it flutter for him out of pity. His split bottom lip with dried blood, the bruises smeared across his face and his black eye has no emotional effect on me. If anything, he hasn't endured anything close enough to what my Ivy has. I stare down at him as he looks up at me and a glimmer of fear gleams in his eyes, but it only lasts for a split second before it completely vanishes. And for that split second, it brings an
Last Updated : 2023-08-01Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN.
I stir in my sleep, tossing and turning in the sheets as I pry my eyes open. The room is dimly lit with the lavish curtains pulled shut as a glimmer of light peeks through the tiny slit where the curtains join. I roll onto my back, looking up at the ceiling, brushing a hand over my face, and then rubbing my sleepy eyes.Taking a moment to reflect on yesterday's events, everything quickly comes crashing back to me. Aunt Mae is dead. She is gone, never coming back, and I'll never get to see her face or hear her sweet voice that could soothe the fire burning through my veins when I'd have my dark days. Then there is Joel Thompson. He is responsible for Aunt Maes’ death. He, too, is most likely dead. And in all honesty, I don't feel a thing. I feel numb with a strong desire, hoping that Alessandro made him suffer like he has made me suffer all these years. Sighing, I take a moment to reflect on the conversation Alessandro and I had as he held me in his arms until we both fell into
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THREE DAYs LATER.We received a call from the coroner's office yesterday afternoon indicating that we may come through early this morning to pick up Aunt Mae. All they requested was that we bring something unique to place her ashes in.I informed Alessandro and told him that I intended to go into town to look for something special. He took me by the hand and led me to the room we were sharing, and he opened the closet door, extracting a paper bag that sat on the top shelf. “What's this?” I asked him with big round eyes as he passed the paper bag to me. “Open it and find out.” He said with his voice faintly trembling. I took the bag from his outstretched hands and a gasp fell from my lips as I retrieved what was inside the paper bag.“Is this for Aunt Mae?” “It is.” He smiled, licking his lips. “I knew you'd want something special, so I got the box specially made yesterday. Zeke picked it up as you took an afternoon nap.” I placed the box down beside me, jumping up to my feet,
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We all gather around the dining table for dinner. Alessandro at the head of the table, myself at his right, Savannah at my left and Mrs DeLuca straight across from me. I watch as she flicks her wrists, unfolding the white cotton napkin and draping it over her knees, my eyes slightly narrowing into thin lines of irritation. Our gazes connect as she raises her head, and plasters a phony-ass smile across her wrinkled old face. My nails tap over the tabletop in a galloping motion, and she picks up her glass of red wine and takes a sip, her gaze fixed above the rim. I don't hide the look of scorn that flashes through my eyes. “Alessandro.” I hum with my gaze never leaving hers. “Si, amore mio.” He answers thickly. “Have you had the chance to tell Savannah the good news yet?” I ask with a smirk tugging on the corner of my mouth. “Good news?” Savannah pipes up, leaning over the table to look at Alessandro. “What good news?” She inquiries with excitement. Alessandro chuckles at Sav
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ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO AN HOUR EARLIER. Closing my office door behind Mrs DeLuca, I walk straight over to the trolley of liquor and I pour myself a decent size glass of whiskey. I take a sip, marvelling at the harsh, burning sensation it leaves behind as it trails down my throat. Turning around, I face Mrs DeLuca, looking at her through eyes full of disgust. I lower myself into my office chair with my glass nestled in my hands. She is silent, her eyes darting around the office like it's her very first time in here. It's not. I've been informed multiple times by my men that they have seen her exiting my office without my knowledge of her presence. “Mi dispiace that I spoke out of term at the dinner table.” She begins. “But you know I am only looking out for you and your empire. Your mamma was like a sorella to me. She only ever wanted the best for you and your fratello, and she made me promise to always be there whenever you needed me.” She explains as she tucks h
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The familiar smell of harsh disinfectant overwhelms my senses, as is the sensation of my body being as delicate as a feather, gliding through the air without a care in the world. I peel my eyes open; the room is dimly illuminated, with the sole source of light coming from the fluorescent lamps. Turning my head to the left, I am met with a large window that I have seen many times before. The walls covered in medical posters are a dead giveaway as well. I'm in the damn hospital! Again. Looking to my right, I see Doctor Cameron lying down in the bed next to me with his phone in his hand. I clear my throat, “what are you doing lying about when you're meant to be treating people?” I say sarcastically, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He chuckles, putting his phone down. “I was helping to treat you, kid.” He replies thickly, with a concerned look on his face. “How are you feeling?” “Oh, you know, like utter shit with a capital S,” I mutter as I fight to keep my eyes open and releas
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I set the bouquet that little Savannah had gathered from the villa’s lovely rose garden on Roses' grave. I take a step back to where Savannah stands. In her small, delicate hands, she holds the photo frame that contains a picture of her and Rose on their trip to the beach one sunny day. I peer down at her, a sad pout upon her bottom lip, and the tears in her eyes gnaw at the branches of my heart.She is so young and innocent, and she's lost both of her parents. I can't even comprehend what turmoil invades her little body. If anything happens to me or Alessandro, she will be left all alone. Tears pool in my eyes when I imagine her going through life alone, and I nibble on my bottom lip, deep in thought. I wish to give her a sibling. Whether it be blood or through an adoption agency. Conceiving a child is one of my biggest fears after losing our precious child beforehand. But with my tubes being cleaned and two doctors on call at my every whim. The fear that harbours my body isn't
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE.
FIVE DAYs LATER.It's been five pleasurable days since I spontaneously married the man whom I love like there is no tomorrow. We finally left the room and joined the rest of civilisation yesterday afternoon. We also took Savannah out to the beach for dinner and an early evening swim in the water. We ate, laughed, sang silly childhood songs from the past and swam. It was a perfect evening to end a perfect wedding and the start of a wonderful life together — as a family. Alessandro hasn't been able to keep his hands off my body either and this morning, I slipped out of the room bright and early to evade his wandering hands. Torturous mouth. And well… I'm sure you get the picture.My body aches in places I never knew it could. My womanly parts have never felt so raw and beautifully used at the same time. But today I'd actually like to sit down without gnawing on the inside of my cheek to mask the hissing wince that escapes my lips. As I descend the stairs, with Viktor not too far
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY.
Alessandro lets out a little growl. “You'll be the death of me, woman.” He takes my hand and starts leading us off the dance floor, making a small pit stop when we reach Riccardo and Selena.Riccardo clears his throat, steps away from Selena like her touch suddenly burnt, and he straightens his posture, running a hand through his hair. Selenas’ eyes widen as they dart between Alessandro and Riccardo, placing her hands behind her back. “I think you'll both make one hell of a power couple, and I give you my blessing,” Alessandro says with amusement flickering in his eyes as he thrusts his hand out.Selenas’ head snaps up with a big smile spreading across her face and her mouth agape. Riccardo looks at Alessandro with shock-engulfed irises, and he clears his throat as he takes Alessandros’ hand in his and starts shaking it. “You knew?” “Of course I did,” Alessandro chuckles as he releases Riccardos’ hand and pulls me into his side. “There's not much that goes on in the villa that I
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE.
I don't know how many times I have told myself that marrying Alessandro today is crazy.Impulsive.But when I think back to the photos of the stunning Brazilian dancer all over him. Jealousy invades my body like a plague. It's cruel, tormenting, and body crippling. It's a feeling that I wouldn't want to wish upon my greatest enemy.The truth is, I love Alessandro. I want to be his wife. His lifetime companion and I know he feels the same about me. He refers to me as his Farfalla. My glorious, powerful prince charming, who is hell-bent on haunting my nightmares back even though he has demons of his own, lurking in the shadows that I vow to slay on his behalf.Together, we can be unstoppable. We can conquer the impossible and build an indestructible empire.Together as one.We have old wounds that have been opened and exposed, forcing me to face my insecurities as they lured cruel enemies back into our lives from the shadows of hell.We slipped through each other's fingers multipl
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT.
MINUTES EARLIER.Walking out of the bathroom, a knock sounds at my bedroom door. “Come in,” I call out, jumping back under the sheets in the bed I share with Alessandro.The door slowly pries open. I glance up and watch as Nic and Selena walk into the room, looking like utter shit. They look how I feel. Pointing to the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table, “help yourself, there's no ice water, so you'll have to go downstairs for that,” I say as I try to stifle a yawn behind my hands.“Babe,” Nic says in her 'I have something to tell you, and you're not going to like it' voice.Shit…The blood drains from my face. “What's wrong?” I ask as I sit upright, pulling the sheet with me.Selena sits down on the bed, followed by Nic, and she opens the laptop she had walked in with and turns it around to face me. “There are some pictures…” Selena says as she glances at Nic.“Of what?” I ask before looking at the screen.If it's about the shitfest that happened last night. I might jus
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“Come on, hon,” I say to Nic as I loop our arms together and follow Riccardo out of the club.Nic stumbles across the dance floor muttering, “I seriously like Reece, I mean, I think he's a top-notch bloke, but…” She sighs, leaving her sentence unfinished and I let her be.I just want to get out of here and go home to my big, comfortable bed. As we exit the club, we take a right, following Riccardo and I watch as he catches up with Selena, wrapping his long fingers around her upper arm; she instantly halts her movements, spinning around to face him. “What do you want from me, Cardo?” She cries out as she shrugs him.“What the cazzo’s gotten into you?” He growls incredulously.“Gotten into me?” She snorts as she violently wipes the tears sliding down her cheeks. “Si, you.” He hisses. She laughs bitterly at him as her eyes search his face. “You're unbelievable.” She spits as she walks away from him once again.Nic and I try to keep our distance to give them their privacy, as we lurk
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX.
THE FOLLOWING WEEK.As I walk into Alessandros’ office, knowing that his meeting is drawing to an end; I hear his velvet voice fill the vicinity.“Is there still no word from Ryan?” He asks his henchmen with frustration.I trip over my feet, thanking the God's no one saw me, as everyone is distracted with the folios they have in their grasps.“I'll take that as a firm no,” Alessandro mutters under his breath as he types away on his keyboard.Guilt nibbles away at my heart.I desperately want to tell him where Ryan is to prevent him from stressing out any further. Then I consider the consequences of telling him that I sent one of his finest men on a mission without his knowledge.It's undoubtedly safer if I don't tell him. I scan the third row of books at the bottom of the bookcase and halt when my finger lands on Roses' favourite novel. I remove it from the shelf and open it, turning the pages as dust escapes from the spine.Just as I'm about to close it, a scrap of paper falls out
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I turn my attention to the large clock on the wall. “Shit!” I mutter, walking out of the kitchen with my stomach twisting in knots. “Viktor?” I call out as I see him talking to one of the other henchmen. He expresses his farewells and jogs towards me. “You called, Miss Bishop?” He responds with a broad grin. “I did.” I chuckle. Viktor is always smiling, and I've noticed whenever he smiles, I smile too, as his is infectious. “I need to go into town. I have a lunch date with the girls and if I don't leave now, I'm going to be super late.” I exhale loudly, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep the rest of the week away. “Very well, I'll bring the car around and inform Ryan?” He curtly bows his head and walks away before I can respond. I make my way out of the villa after retrieving my handbag and to where the car awaits, with Ryan behind the wheel and Viktor holding the passenger door wide open. As I slide into the car, I raise my brows at him. “Don't.” He mu
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR.
I run my hands through my hair as I exhale. I have no idea what is going on and am completely bewildered. Riccardo tells me this is Alessandros’ method of submitting to me as he drapes an extremely thick coat with weights over Alessandros’ shoulders. His face distorts in anguish as he attempts to maintain his calm and stance. “Tell him what's bothering you and what you expect from him.” Riccardo shares with me. I nod my head, looking around the yard, and I become well aware that we have an audience on our hands. Part of me wants to tell them all to piss right off, but then the other part of me wants them to stay. So they can hear what I've said straight from my mouth, rather than the gossip that spreads through the thin walls like wildfire. I return my attention to Alessandro. His head is bowed as he continues to kneel before me. Swallowing my pride, I lower myself onto my knees. “You hurt me,” I declare in an even tone. “I know you have been driven by wrath to find Mrs D
